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looking out of my window while wait- A very pitiful story is told about a ing for breakfast. There was some man belonging to these parts noted wind, but its effects were only remark- for his courage and skill as a seaman. able where the sea met the land in a Unlike most sailors he was a magnitline of white, a little accentuated at a icent swimmer. After an adventurous point where the cliffs fall away at the life he was wrecked on this coast not opening of a channel only navigable at very far from his home. His body certain states of the tide.
It was was found-in a ploughed field. As the now high water, and a three-masted finders said, “his fingers and toes were schooner was apparently making the worn to stumps." He had channel. As I watched her, some pe- ashore through a terrific sea, climbed culiarity of motion, or lack of motion, an almost perpendicular cliff, to die of some novelty in her position, infin- exhaustion in a ploughed field within itesimal at that distance, caught my at- walking distance of his home. tention. Almost before the impression Incidents like these help to keep became conscious a streak of light, so alive the classical conception of the pale against the morning gray that if I sea's implacability persisting even behad not known its meaning I should yond its borders. To most women, I hardly have seen it, slowly soared up fancy, the sea is feminine. They hate from the schooner and fell in a grace- and love the sea as they hate and love ful curve. By stress of weather or war. They hate it because it is their mishandling the schooner was on the rival in the passions of men, and love bar and her crew were firing rockets it because it is a test of men. Here, for assistance. Here, on bright at the edge of the Atlantic, on Sundays spring morning, was I in a warm room and holidays, you may see the wives waiting for breakfast, and out there, and mothers and lovers of sailors so near that with a glass I could drawn down to the sea by an irresistsee their little black figures mov- ible fascination. They gaze at it, aping, were men calling for their parently without pleasure, but never lives. In an incredibly short time the with indifference. There is in their lifeboat was alongside, bobbing about regard a mingling of distrust and sulin the rough white water over the bar len defiance. They are keeping an eye in a ridiculously homely manner, and on their rival. the peril was over.
Charles Marriott. Country Life.
THE CONNUBIAL AEROPLANE.
Smith. Oh! do sit still, dear. What Mrs. S. Of course I do. That's why are you wriggling about for?
I wanted Look out, dear, here Mrs. 8. I was only putting my hat come the Brouns. They live in the straight, darling.
white house just below us, you know. Smith. Never mind your hat. I Bow, dear, they're quite good people. want to keep her quite steady. Don't Smith. He can't steer straight, any. you see that chap down there taking how - barging us into a beastly patch a snapshot at us?
of chimney smoke like that.
going to lose your head every time we tilt i shan't bring you up with me again.
Mrs. s. Don't say that-I couldn't bear to let you come alone, darling.
Smith. Shall we have the sherry and sandwiches now? You've got them, haven't you?
Mrs. s. I had until we began to wobble, then I put them on the little shelf behind.
Smith. There is no little shelf behind. I took it off before we started to lighten her. You've dropped them overboard, that's what you've done.
Mrs. S. I'm so sorry-but I tied them to a gas-bag, so we can soon pick
Mrs. S. Look out! there's a crow coming. Oh, do be careful, it's one of those fierce ones.
Smith. Where? which way? I can't see it.
Mrs. s. On your left. He's coming right at us- 0-o-ob!
Smith. Missed him by a hair, by Jove! Confound these birds, we shall bave to exterminate them.
M18. s. That would be rather a pity, too — the children like to them about. Still we could keep a few in cages for them to look at, couldn't we? What's it rocking for now?
Smith. That's because you're wrig. gling again. You're making it rock.
Al r8. s. I'm not. I'm absolutely rigid. There's something wrong-I kuow there is! Oh, what is it?
Smith. Only a bit of a squall. Here comes the breeze. There now she's shifting. That's fine, isn't it?
Mrs. S. Yes, dear; but I shall be awake all night with earache after this. I've forgotten the cotton wool again. Why, there's a bit just below.
Smith. No-that's a sheep; and look at that little car crawling along. Aren't you glad we sold ours for this?
Mr8. s. Yes, dear, for most things, but of course one misses not having the road near to fall on. There nowit's beginning to wobble again. make it stop—there's no wind now!
Smith. Well, I'm trying to-I expect it's that off-wing wants little oil.
Mrs. S. That's made it worse! Oh, we're going-oh-oh!
Smith. For heaven's sake leave go. How can I see to things with you clinging round my neck? There, she's right again now.
Mrs. 8. I'm sorry, dear, but when it does like that I always think of the children.
Snith. Well, so do I-but if you are
Smith. One gas-bag won't keep them both up-there they are, drifting over the ground just above the road down there. What's that chap waving for?
Mrs. 8. He's not waving, he's leaping up and trying to catch them before they float over the wall. It's a poor old tramp. Look, he's got them. He thinks it's a present-he's looking up and taking his cap off to us. How sweet!
Smith. Very sweet-to drop things overboard like that. You're always doing it.
Mrs. S. It was quite an accident. If you are hungry let's go home and have lunch.
Smith. I'm not particularly hungry. Mrs. S. Well, personally, I couldu't touch a bit of anything. The oscillation always makes me rather queerand you're looking a little green, dear.
Smith. Green nonsense I'm all right-it never has any effect on me. Still, of course, if you really want to go home I'll take you at once.
Mrs. S. Thank you, darliug-we've had a simply perfect fly, but I should love to lie down a little while on a fixed sofa.
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charming candor of a man communing Mr. W. Basil Worsfold has consti- with his journal: and the compendious tuted himself the historian of “Lord "Life" written by his son Julian, the Milner's Work in South Africa" from briefer "Study" by his son-in-law, Mr. its commencement in 1897, when Lord Lathrop, and the reminiscences of his Milner went out to succeed Lord Ros- friends Horatio Bridge and Elizabeth mead, the year after the ill-starred Peabody, not to mention Moncure D. Jameson raid, to the signing of the Conway's biography, abound in interpeace of Vereenburg in 1902. This esting particulars. But Hawthorne's closes the first period of Lord Milner's shy and elusive personality, the richadministration, a period of storm and ness of his imagination, the rare delistress, of conspiracy and war, of sus- cacy and beauty of his style, and his picion and misrepresentation. Mr. relations to other writers of his period, Worsfold has had access to all pub- especially those of the "transcendental" lished documents and to some informa- group, make his life and career a fascition hitherto unpublished, and his nar- nating subject of study, and there may rative has the vividness of personal well be a welcome for the new "Life of impression resulting from two consid- Hawthorne," by Mr. Frank Preston erable periods of residence in South Stearns, which the J. B. Lippincott Co. Africa. Whether the time has yet publishes. Mr. Stearns enters more come for writing the history of this fully into a critical analysis and study period may perhaps be doubted. The of Hawthorne's works than either of events treated have not yet receded far the earlier biographers: but he does not enough into the past to be seen in their neglect personal details and some of proper perspective. But Mr. Worsfold the facts which he has grouped, espe writes with the calmness and delibera cially in his earlier chapters, throw a tion of an historian, though he is at no good deal of light upon the conditions pains to disguise his sympathy with which shaped Hawthorne's career and that man of invincible purpose of
influenced his mind. Mr. Stearns has whom Lord Goschen said that "difficul- the advantage derived from personal ties could not conquer, disasters could impressions, for he was a contemporary not cow, and obloquy could never and college friend of Julian Hawthorne, move." Mr. Worsfold's volume, re
and had seen both Mr. and Mrs. Haw. cording the events of this period of thorne in their home at Concord. South African history, finds publication Among the illustrations there are two happily, just as another period is clos- portraits of Hawthorne and one of his ing with the magnanimous grant by friend Bridge, and views of his birthEngland both to the Transvaal and the place, and of the Old Manse and the Orange River Colony of the rights of Wayside. There is no view of the red a self-governing colony under man- cottage at Lenox which was for a time hood suffrage without any discrimina- his home, but as it was some years ago tion against the Dutch. Mr. Worsfold's destroyed by fire this is not surprising
No. 3265 Feb. 2, 1907.
MONTHLY REVIEW 259
INDEPENDENT REVIEW 266
Chapter XIII. The Old, Old Story. By Horace G. Hutchinson.
274 Greenwich Time, By H. H. Turner
CORNHILL MAGAZINE 281 The Ghent School for Mothers. By Alys Russell
NINETEENTH CENTURY AND AFTER 292 Ne Coram Populo. By Reginald Turner. MACMILLAN'S MAGAZINE 290 Mrs. Palliser's Pearls. By Frank Saville CORNBILL MAGAZINE 301 At Dawn. By Alfred Noyes .
COUNTRY LIFE 310 Leviathan
SATURDAY REVIEW 312 The Village Almshouse
SPECTATOR 314 The Decay of Illustration
208 Childhood. By Walter de la Mare . PALL MALL MAGAZINE 258 The Safer Way. By Ethel Ashton Edwards
OUTLOOK 258 BOOKS AND AUTHORS .
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